Chapter 19

I looked at the overcast sky, the clouds thick and gray, and the air smelled like rain. The leaves rustled in the wind and the lake was choppy and the color of mercury, instead of the clear blue we’d had the last few weeks. I hadn’t noticed until Drew pointed it out. Said a whole lot about my state of mind.

“It’s good,” I said. “We need it.”

“If those clouds deliver on their promise, it’ll probably be a really slow day at the lake.”

“Mmm.”

“So you know…if you have something you need to do, I can hold the fort.”

I stopped. Scratched my neck. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” He nudged me along the path by bumping shoulders with me. Or more like his shoulder to my elbow.

“See right through me. It’s unnerving.”

“Wade. Darling. You may not be a man of many words, but your face speaks plenty.”

“Huh.”